I've been having suicidal thoughts since I was in elementary school and attempted once. When I'm really busy though, I obviously don't have time to ruminate and I'm fine. This year I got married but although I love my husband, I feel nothing sexually towards him or anyone for that matter. I just feel... Empty? I don't know, I think I kept giving myself a purpose to keep me going -first grad school, then falling in love. Now there's nothing I want to accomplish, nothing I feel gives me meaning. Nothing makes me happy, not even my husband (even though he's very supportive, kind and loving). I don't even care about having children because I think, "how can I teach them to love and embrace living when I don't?" I feel like I should see a therapist but I don't know if I'm overreacting. I saw a therapist last year but he kept relating things in my life to himself, which doesn't seem right.